I couldn’t email Mason.
I couldn’t call Mason.
I definitely couldn’t see Mason.
By the afternoon, I was a caged animal: prowling my room, pacing back and forth, walking in circles, and snarling to myself.
So I did what I always did, I went running for the second time that day. Except this time my body was sluggish, my legs felt like lead, and I had a hard time pushing my demons at bay. After an hour of forcing myself to move faster than a crawl, I gave up and walked. And then I walked some more. After the second hour of walking, I realized that I was in a part of Fallen Crest that I was not familiar. It wasn’t the ‘bad’ section, but it was definitely further than any of the hangouts I frequented.
“Screw you, Brandon! If you sleep with one more girl, there won’t be anyone left to help
